Hook, Line, And Sinker - Lyrics - Blackhawk

Title: Hook, Line, And Sinker
Artist: Blackhawk
Composer(s): Dennis Linde

Lyric:
The first thing she done when they set her free
From the women's correctional facility
Was to come here
Asking me for a reconciliation

She said she'd changed her ways for good
All she was was misunderstood
So I did everything I could
For her rehabilitation

Hook, line and sinker, I swallowed all of her lies
Hook, line and sinker, she took me for a ride
Just one look at that innocent face
I didn't think twice, I just snapped up the bait
Hook, line and sinker

I helped her get on her feet again
I got her a job out at the Dixie Inn
I had to swear up and down to them
That the girl could be trusted

Two nights later she cleaned them out
She took my old Firebird and headed South
And when the cops came to my house, buddy
Guess who go busted?

Hook, line and sinker, I swallowed all of her lies
Hook, line and sinker, she took me for a ride
Just one look at that innocent face
I didn't think twice, I just snapped up the bait
Hook, line and sinker

When she told me how lonely she had been
I should have seen she was only reeling me in
Hook, line and sinker

Just one look at that innocent face
I didn't think twice, I just snapped up the bait
Hook, line and sinker

I swallowed all of her lies
Hook, line and sinker
She took me for a ride
Hook, line and sinker
Hook, line and sinker

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Gone Fishin' - Lyrics - Edge Of Forever - Lynyrd Skynyrd

Title: Gone Fishin'
Album: Edge Of Forever
Artist: Lynyrd Skynyrd
Composer(s): Rickey Medlocke, Hughie Thomasson, Johnny Van Zant, Gary Rossington

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Lyric:
Yeah, ooh, ooh, the only time I get up early
Is to met my mules at the fishin' hole
I wanna catch the one that got away
I wanna feel my pole bending in that way

Since I was a kid, I felt this way
I fell hook, line and sinker gone fishin', yeah

St. John's River runs north not south
Smart enough to have a large mouth
If you can hook 'em, you can mount 'em
You can keep 'em around
But if they break your line, they're gonna go back down

Since I was a kid, I felt this way
I fell hook, line and sinker gone fishin'

Oh, ain't nothing like sunrise on the lake
Or when the moon comes up at night
Oh, there's things out there that can take your life
You might just die of fright

But I'll be there come rain or shine
See it's what I like to do
Only thing better than settin' the hook
Is settin' my hook in you

Oh, I fell hook, line and sinker gone fishin'
Oh, oh, yeah, yeah, whoa, yeah

I've been everywhere, tried everything
But there ain't nothin' that feels the same
When you find the right one, it's a magical thing
Next thing you know, it's a diamond ring

Well, she hooked me and took my name
I fell hook line and sinker gone fishin', yeah
Gone, gone fishin', she hooked me
Gone, gone fishin', yeah, yeah
Gone, gone, gone fishin', yeah

She's my baby, gone, gone, gone fishin'
Yeah, yeah, oh, oh, gone fishin'

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Hook Line And Sinker - Lyrics - Refused

Title: Hook Line And Sinker
Artist: Refused
Composer(s): Dennis Lyxzen, Jon Brannstrom, Kristofer Steen, David Per Sandstrom

Lyric:
The bait, the prey, the mice
Debate the method of demise
Debate your high, I'll lie beside you
Walk you down and lay the beat beneath your bed

Beneath the dead
Debate the method in your head
Chemical misanthropy
Saving you from blame

I'll stand below you
Lift you up, increase the pain
I'll stand below you
Lift you up, increase the pain

I wanna see you
Hear your voice, regret the choice
Rejoice in watching you collapse
Destroy the map
Falling headlong into the gap

Swallow poison, swallow the bait
Swallow poison
Swallow every word
Said to free you from blame

I'll stand below you
Lift you up, increase the pain
I'll stand below you
Lift you up, increase the pain

I wanna see you
Hear your voice, regret the choice
Rejoice in watching you collapse
Destroy the map
Falling headlong into the gap

The hunter dying in his trap
The hunter dying in his trap
The hunter dying in his trap
The hunter, dead

Swallow poison
Swallow the bait
Swallow poison
Swallow every word

Hook, line and sinker

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Freak - Lyrics - Ahmad

Title: Freak
Artist: Ahmad
Composer(s): Ahmad A Lewis, Brian C Walls

Lyric:
And then he cut it off
Hahaha, ay, who next? Who next?
Ay, ay, Jamal, come up
Somebody else, ay, who next man?

Calvin, you next?
(Nah, nah)
Midget? Rascal?
(No, no no)
It's mine? On mine? I'm gon' tell a story, man
Aight aight, it's like this

Well, it was half past eleven o'clock, ready to rock
I'd been searchin' for a spot all week, where they be doin' the freak
But no one knew I didn't panic, remained calm
Thought, "Why not just go out on a mission, like James Bond?"

Double-oh-seven, since I'm the great, I'll be double-oh-eight
So I went into the closet and got my gear straight
Jumped in the car, drove for an hour, with no luck
Started havin' doubts and that's about when trouble came up

Twelve thirty at night, I'm at a street light and hot
Restin' my head back
(Boom)
I heard a shot fired through my back window
Broke the glass then hit dash metal
No time to look both ways, I hit the gas pedal

Now my mission is real like Special Ed
Gettin' shot at with a shotty and I wish I had a jet to hit
Maximum thrust 'fore they bust one and hit me
Square in the back can't understand I was the wrong, man

That they were after, I wish they'd see the light, no joke
But in the meantime, I broke and hit a quick right
Dipped to an alley, turned off my lights and ducked
And I guess none of 'em saw me, they kept goin' up Crenshaw, good

Opened my eyes for surprising more to see the alley
I was in lead to the party I'd been lookin' for
All out of breath and could hardly speak
But soon as I walked in the door, honey asked me if I wanted to freak

She did the freak
She did the freak
She did the freak
She did the freak

Well, I'm back on the move, yeah, back on the mission
Gettin' jocked and shit 'cause my pocket's thick
I guess they heard I had a record deal
And I'd expect that would change their views, do's and don'ts

Into they won't diss and now my mission gets a little bigger
I'm lookin' for a freak with soul that's not a gold digger
Yup, I want somebody
And by bein' in the bright spotlight, you learn a lot like

If you got ends, well, then you got friends
If you got dough, well, then you got hoes
And that's how all of that go, but
I'ma still have to give it a try

I saw a girl with no guys, sittin' in back and I went over to chat
Well, we talked and laughed about a half hour then
There was a sudden blur, when I saw her
The finest girl I'd ever seen, her name was Tina

Dressed all in red then my mouth said
"Sorry, I don't mean to be a dog or a mutt
I'm just a big Cool J fan and, Tina got a big ol' butt
So I'm leavin', love," then I went over to Tina to speak
And I asked her if she wanted to freak

She did the freak
She did the freak
She did the freak

She did the freak
She did the freak
She did the freak

Dig it now, she wanna freak, well, here's my number, beep it
Might even lick the cat but if I do I get to keep it
That's what I told Tina then I jetted, I said it
Just to make sure we got in bed, it's all in the mix

To the Motel 6, because I figure
If bags was bait she bit 'em hook line and sinker
I'm out now, until next week, mission complete
Ahmad, the great double-oh-eight nigga role doin' the freak

She did the freak
She did the freak
She did the freak
She did the freak

She did the freak
She did the freak
She did the freak
She did the freak

She did the freak
She did the freak
She did the freak
She did the freak

She did the freak
She did the freak
She did the freak
She did the freak

She did the freak
She did the freak
She did the freak
She did the freak

She did the freak
She did the freak
She did the freak
She did the freak

She did the freak

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Oh My God - Lyrics - Midnight Marauders - A Tribe Called Quest

Title: Oh My God
Album: Midnight Marauders
Artist: A Tribe Called Quest
Composer(s): Robert Bell, Ronald Bell, George Brown, John Davis, Handy, Robert Mickens, Ali Muhammad, Gene C Redd, Claydes Smith, Woodrow Sparrow, Malik Taylor, Dennis Thomas, Richard Westfield

Lyric:
Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God

Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God

Listen up everybody, the bottom line
I'm a black intellect but unrefined
With precision like a bullet, target bound
Just livin', like a hooker, the harlot sounds

Now when I say the harlot, you know I mean the hot
Heat in the equator, the brothers in the pot
Jalick, Jalick ya wind up ya hip
Draftin' of the poets, I'm the number seven pick

Licks, licks, licks, boy pon your backside
Licks, licks, licks, boy pon your backside
Listen to the fader, Shaheed let's it glide
Tip the earthly body, heaven's on my side

Even in Santo Domingo, man I gotta Gringo
Yo, we got mics, when do we go?
Know a little nigga who can rhyme when you ask me
Short, dark, plus his voice is raspy

One for the treble, two for the bass
You know my style Tip, now watch me rip this
I like my beats harder than two day old shit
Steady eatin' booty MCs like cheese grits

My man Al B. sure, he's in effect mode
Used to have a crush on Dawn from En Vogue
It's not like honey dip would wanna get with me
But just in case I own more condoms than TLC

Now the formula is this, me, Tip and Ali
For those who can't count it goes one, two, three
The answer, big up is who I who
Brothas find this hard to do but never me

Some brothas try to dis Malik, you see'm catchin' me
And I care 'bout them booty MCs, my shit be hittin'
Trainin' gladiator, anti-hesitater
Shaheed push the fader from here to Granada
Mister Energetic, who me, sound pathetic?
When's the last time you heard a funky diabetic?

I don't know man, I don't know man
I don't know man, I don't know, I don't know

Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God

Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God

Complimentary, The Thief of Poetry
I got a humdinger comin' hook, line and sinker
The Timbo hits with the prints underground
Timbo's on the toes, I love the way it's goin' down

Down like the lady of the evenin'
And when it goes in, honey, just believe the sin
'Cuz Queens is the county, Jamaica is the place
Take off your boots 'cuz you can't run the race

See, this is how we do when we keep it on and on
Do what
Got my man, Big Mo with the streets and the papes
My man Big Mo with the streets and Caprice

This is how we do when we keep the wildin' sheets
'Cuz we got to do it like this, we aim to please
See ya next LP and next CD and next cassette
Yo, we about to jet

We A Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders
Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders
See ya next time 'cuz we the Midnight Marauders
Aiyo, we out 'cuz we the Midnight Marauders
Go to the record store and get the shit

We work hard
We A Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders
Queens got it's own and Brooklyn got it's own
Like that

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Oh My God (Remix) - Lyrics - The Love Movement - A Tribe Called Quest

Title: Oh My God (Remix)
Album: The Love Movement
Artist: A Tribe Called Quest
Composer(s): Robert Bell, Ronald Bell, George Brown, John Davis, Handy, Robert Mickens, Ali Muhammad, Gene C Redd, Claydes Smith, Woodrow Sparrow, Malik Taylor, Dennis Thomas, Richard Westfield

Lyric:
Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God

Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God

Listen up everybody, the bottom line
I'm a black intellect but unrefined
With precision like a bullet, target bound
Just livin', like a hooker, the harlot sounds

Now when I say the harlot, you know I mean the hot
Heat in the equator, the brothers in the pot
Jalick, Jalick ya wind up ya hip
Draftin' of the poets, I'm the number seven pick

Licks, licks, licks, boy pon your backside
Licks, licks, licks, boy pon your backside
Listen to the fader, Shaheed let's it glide
Tip the earthly body, heaven's on my side

Even in Santo Domingo, man I gotta Gringo
Yo, we got mics, when do we go?
Know a little nigga who can rhyme when you ask me
Short, dark, plus his voice is raspy

One for the treble, two for the bass
You know my style Tip, now watch me rip this
I like my beats harder than two day old shit
Steady eatin' booty MCs like cheese grits

My man Al B. sure, he's in effect mode
Used to have a crush on Dawn from En Vogue
It's not like honey dip would wanna get with me
But just in case I own more condoms than TLC

Now the formula is this, me, Tip and Ali
For those who can't count it goes one, two, three
The answer, big up is who I who
Brothas find this hard to do but never me

Some brothas try to dis Malik, you see'm catchin' me
And I care 'bout them booty MCs, my shit be hittin'
Trainin' gladiator, anti-hesitater
Shaheed push the fader from here to Granada
Mister Energetic, who me, sound pathetic?
When's the last time you heard a funky diabetic?

I don't know man, I don't know man
I don't know man, I don't know, I don't know

Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God

Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God
Oh, my God, oh, my God

Complimentary, The Thief of Poetry
I got a humdinger comin' hook, line and sinker
The Timbo hits with the prints underground
Timbo's on the toes, I love the way it's goin' down

Down like the lady of the evenin'
And when it goes in, honey, just believe the sin
'Cuz Queens is the county, Jamaica is the place
Take off your boots 'cuz you can't run the race

See, this is how we do when we keep it on and on
Do what
Got my man, Big Mo with the streets and the papes
My man Big Mo with the streets and Caprice

This is how we do when we keep the wildin' sheets
'Cuz we got to do it like this, we aim to please
See ya next LP and next CD and next cassette
Yo, we about to jet

We A Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders
Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders
See ya next time 'cuz we the Midnight Marauders
Aiyo, we out 'cuz we the Midnight Marauders
Go to the record store and get the shit

We work hard
We A Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders
Queens got it's own and Brooklyn got it's own
Like that

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High Caliber Consecrator - Lyrics - Impetus - Clutch

Title: High Caliber Consecrator
Album: Impetus
Artist: Clutch
Composer(s): Dan Maines, Neil Fallon, Tim Sult, Jean-Paul Gaster

Lyric:
We have been waiting and it has begun
So humble thyself, and hold thy tongue
We have been waiting and it has begun
Prostrate yourself, your time has come

We have been waiting and it has begun
Look boldly, look boldly, look boldly on
We have been waiting and it has begun
So humble thyself, and hold thy tongue

Knelt at the crossroads, knelt at the leather bound pew
Felt the pain of labor, and of sons overdue
In full submission we are reborn
We are the plough share and yet we are the sword

We'll thresh the psyche and till the pride
Distill the blood, proclaim the gun divine
Damn the foul ego, praise the promised swarm
We are the plough share and yet we are the sword

So we're lock, stock and barrel
Hook, line and sinker
Your freedom was your master
And your liberties the flint for

A double barrel sunrise, a double standard land
You gave birth to the baby but put a gun into its hands
So the fruits of your labors have fermented into wine
And the sweat that was dripped is now the honey of the hive

The city is a burning sun and we are blooming flowers
The fire, the flame, the passion, the power
Too little, too late, high caliber consecrator

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Oh, My Dear That'S Just Chemical Reaction - Lyrics - Action Action

Title: Oh, My Dear That'S Just Chemical Reaction
Artist: Action Action
Composer(s): Mark Thomas Kluepfel

Lyric:
The time is now and I'm running so thin
I got thin, I got thin, while the others got fat
So fatten up and deliver your secrets
Those secrets, those stories untold

Sorry to say love is a game
We're all just pawns in the way
Lost, lost, lost, move the rook-E-eight
Eliminate and get this game underway

Too many secrets are shattering our lives
While others are stuck in expansive time
I've been trying to get out of this
Goddamn fucking game

So back it up and up to down
Down, downtown, don't you tell me wrong
Choose your battle of words that rule the world
It's in our heads anyway

Speak of the devil and I just may appear
I appeared in your dream, when you dreamed of getting ahead
Headless chickens that are missing their exes
So axe this and go to the next, next chapter

Too many secrets are shattering our lives
While others are stuck in expansive time
I've been trying to get out of this
Goddamn fucking game

So back it up and up to down
Down, downtown, don't you tell me wrong
Choose your battle of words that rule the world
It's in our heads anyway

[Incomprehensible]

Which shall I be, a warlock or a priest
A pagan, Christian or an evangelist?
Pledge my alliance in the name of science
Follow the moth into the fire
Getting my head in a bit of a twist
What does it matter when your enemies are my friends?

Self serve friends, who are friends for a second
I second that notation, it feels so intense?
Intensely fishing without a hook, line, and sinker
I sank to bottom, we'll bottoms up to you

Please inject some instant karma
Into my instant coffee
Soon, soon, soon with the rope in the kitchen
All the answers will be on there way

Too many secrets are shattering our lives
While others are stuck in expansive time
I've been trying to get out of this
Goddamn fucking game

So back it up and up to down
Down, downtown, don't you tell me wrong
Choose your battle of words that rule the world
It's in our heads anyway

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Oh My Dear It'S Just Chemical Frustration - Lyrics - An Army Of Shapes Between Wars - Action Action

Title: Oh My Dear It'S Just Chemical Frustration
Album: An Army Of Shapes Between Wars
Artist: Action Action
Composer(s): Mark Thomas Kluepfel

Lyric:
The time is now and I'm running so thin
I got thin, I got thin, while the others got fat
So fatten up and deliver your secrets
Those secrets, those stories untold

Sorry to say love is a game
We're all just pawns in the way
Lost, lost, lost, move the rook-E-eight
Eliminate and get this game underway

Too many secrets are shattering our lives
While others are stuck in expansive time
I've been trying to get out of this
Goddamn fucking game

So back it up and up to down
Down, downtown, don't you tell me wrong
Choose your battle of words that rule the world
It's in our heads anyway

Speak of the devil and I just may appear
I appeared in your dream, when you dreamed of getting ahead
Headless chickens that are missing their exes
So axe this and go to the next, next chapter

Too many secrets are shattering our lives
While others are stuck in expansive time
I've been trying to get out of this
Goddamn fucking game

So back it up and up to down
Down, downtown, don't you tell me wrong
Choose your battle of words that rule the world
It's in our heads anyway

[Incomprehensible]

Which shall I be, a warlock or a priest
A pagan, Christian or an evangelist?
Pledge my alliance in the name of science
Follow the moth into the fire
Getting my head in a bit of a twist
What does it matter when your enemies are my friends?

Self serve friends, who are friends for a second
I second that notation, it feels so intense?
Intensely fishing without a hook, line, and sinker
I sank to bottom, we'll bottoms up to you

Please inject some instant karma
Into my instant coffee
Soon, soon, soon with the rope in the kitchen
All the answers will be on there way

Too many secrets are shattering our lives
While others are stuck in expansive time
I've been trying to get out of this
Goddamn fucking game

So back it up and up to down
Down, downtown, don't you tell me wrong
Choose your battle of words that rule the world
It's in our heads anyway

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Another Dumb Blonde - Lyrics - Hoku - Hoku

Title: Another Dumb Blonde
Album: Hoku
Artist: Hoku
Composer(s): Tim James, Antonina Armato

Lyric:
I think that it's time that I should just let you go
So I'll tell it to your face instead of
Tellin' it to you on the phone

You see I thought that you were special, baby
Something unique but lately I've come to find
That you're not really interested in my heart or mind

That's alright, that's okay, you never loved me anyway
And I think it's time for you to just move on
That's alright, that's okay, I bet you never thought you'd hear me say
That I think it's time for you to find another dumb blonde
'Cause it's not me no, no, 'cause it's not me no, no, oh no

Last night I went to a party hoping I'd see you there
And sure enough you were hanging on some other girl
Playin' with her hair

And I overheard you tellin' her the very same thing
You said to me the night before
Hook, line and sinker you were walking with her out the door

That's alright, that's okay, you never loved me anyway
And I think it's time for you to just move on
That's alright, that's okay, I bet you never thought you'd hear me say
That I think it's time for you to find another dumb blonde
'Cause it's not me no, no

You are just a little trophy hanging on your arm so
All your friends are seein' you got it goin' on but I see what you are
So clearly but baby, baby, that's not alright with me

That's alright, that's okay, I never loved you anyway
That's alright that's okay, you never loved me anyway
You never loved me then it's alright, then it's alright
Yeah, yeah, I said yeah, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright
Go ahead and find what you need

That's alright, that's okay, you never loved me anyway
And I think it's time for you to just move on
That's alright, that's okay, I bet you never thought you'd hear me say
That I think it's time for you to find another dumb blonde

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Ambrosia - Lyrics - On Frail Wings of Vanity And Wax - Alesana

Title: Ambrosia
Album: On Frail Wings of Vanity And Wax
Artist: Alesana
Composer(s): Alesana Dennis Lavell Lee, Shawn Milke, Patrick M Thompson

Lyric:
A touch of poison seals my fate
The dawn echoes the night with my glory
The sun himself honors me

Once king of roses, now lord of gold
The gods themselves envy my hand
Blessed with the gift of gilded touch
Fate wields its knife to cut the thread

I curse the day my dream became my descent
Suddenly I long for you, my only love

In my perfection I have no want
Yet eyes still glint with greed untold
A folly as fatal as sin has now become the end of me

I curse the day my dream became my descent
Suddenly I long for you, my only love

Have I not earned this, the gift of beauty within?
How selfish were the gods to keep their riches from my rightful treasure
I truly have become one of them, my fatal flaw

Oh yeah, I've got her hook, line and sinker
Thanks to me, she's her own new necklace
Now she's good as gold

I curse the day my dream became my descent
Suddenly I long for you, my only love

Cut the thread

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Country Side Of Life - Lyrics - Alabama

Title: Country Side Of Life
Artist: Alabama
Composer(s): Maurice Richard Hirsch

Lyric:
You can have your buildings
And your arithmetic
I don't need no crowded streets
Or city slicker tricks

I just need to be some place
Where I can move around
Look down at my toes
And I can still see the ground

Give me that country side of life
Where I can stretch out right
Give me the country side
(Give me the country side)

Give me that country side of life
Where I don't get uptight
Give me the country side

Goin' down to the fishing pond
Where I can throw the line
It don't matter what fish I catch
I only came to rest my mind

The only fish you'll get down town
Ain't caught with a hook and sinker
Put on your brakes, beep beep, honk your horn
Look out now turn on your blinker

Give me that country side of life
Where I can stretch out right
Give me the country side
(Give me the country side)

Give me that country side of life
Where I don't get uptight
Give me the country side

Give me that country side of life
Where I don't get uptight
Give me the country side

I was born in Georgia Town
With a lack-a-daisy street
A laid back lover just a-playin' games
And a-stayin' off of them feet

But nobody trying to get on your nerves
Nobody tryin' to get what you've got
And just live and let live by the golden rule
Now don't it just hit the spot

Give me that country side of life
Where I can stretch out right
Give me the country side
(Give me the country side)

Give me that country side of life
Where I don't get uptight
Give me the country side

Give me that country side of life
A place where I can stretch out right
Give me the country side

Give me that country side of life
Where I don't get uptight
Give me the country side

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Used - Lyrics - Lorrie Morgan

Title: Used
Artist: Lorrie Morgan
Composer(s): Bekka Bramlett, James Thomas Slater, James House

Lyric:
Well, you always only use your love to tease me
You really don't me on, you only lead me on
And I always bite your line, hook and sinker
But you know I'm thinking that I'm catching on

So if you ever wonder where to find me
Look under 'M' for memory
Baby, today I've changed my number
So the next time you wanna talk to me
Dial 1-800 use to be

Well every time I hear someone has left you
Baby, I can't bet you'll be on the phone
Telling me you finally came back to your senses
Oh, but your senses never stay too long

So if you ever wonder where to find me
Look under 'M' for memory
Baby, today I've changed my number
So the next time you wanna talk to me
Dial 1-800 use to be

Next time you wanna hear me
Whisper your name
Let your fingers do the walking
Down memory lane

So if you ever wonder where to find me
Look under 'M' for memory
Baby, today I've changed my number
So the next time you wanna talk to me
Dial 1-800 use to be

Next time you wanna talk to me
Dial 1-800 use to be
Next time you wanna talk to me
Dial 1-800 use to be

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Right Turn Klyde - Lyrics - Bloodhound Gang

Title: Right Turn Klyde
Artist: Bloodhound Gang
Composer(s): Roger Waters, James M Franks

Lyric:
Times New Roman you know the type
Calling me, 'Public Enemy' but don't believe the hype
Tough guy like the one in, 'Star 80' wanna bait me
Hook line sinker now your lady wanna date me

Gave your girl a little wink so you make a big stink
Shoulder's got a chip so you flip like a Tiddlywink
Know what I think?
I think you might be Darwin's missing link

Get all bent out of shape when the heat is on just like a Shrinky Dink
Bet I can take a hint better than I can take a hit
Completely incompatible though I'm a pussy and you're a dick
How can you hold a grudge when you can't even hold a job?

Should have known butter but you're not corn on the cob
I choose to use a song for a weapon not a sword struck a chord
If I wanted to see stars I'll watch the, 'Academy Awards'
That's why I ran like a flock of seagulls why make-up like Mary Kay?
You must've given up on hair plugs 'cause now you're going toupee

All in all you're just another dick with no balls, balls, balls
All in all you're just another dick with no balls, balls, balls

Mama said talk this out and resolve
Don't wanna be involved so gimme a call when you evolve
Doggy paddle to the shallow end of the gene pool
Half with it half wit half finished high school

Give you a piece of my mind but I know you want it splattered
Heard you like your women like you
Like your shrimp you like' em battered
Wife beater perfectly fitting apparel, where's your brother Daryl?
Where's your other brother Daryl?

Givin' me that Macho Man Randy Savage stare
Wanna snap into a Slim Jim break my limbs but do I care?
No sorry I'm a lover not a fighter commit your crime
I'll be glad to do your girlfriend I'll be glad that you do time

Here's the deal I cop a feel you cop a plea but get the maximum
Now we both got records but the difference is mine's platinum
Definitely showed this yellow bellied wimp limp
In your cell now though alone
When you're choking your chicken
Your chick will be choking on this chicken's bone

All in all you're just another dick with no balls, balls, balls
All in all you're just another dick with no balls, balls, balls

Right turn Clyde
Right turn Clyde
Right turn Clyde
...

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Right Turn Clyde - Lyrics - Bloodhound Gang

Title: Right Turn Clyde
Artist: Bloodhound Gang
Composer(s): Roger Waters, James M Franks

Lyric:
Times New Roman you know the type
Calling me, 'Public Enemy' but don't believe the hype
Tough guy like the one in, 'Star 80' wanna bait me
Hook line sinker now your lady wanna date me

Gave your girl a little wink so you make a big stink
Shoulder's got a chip so you flip like a Tiddlywink
Know what I think?
I think you might be Darwin's missing link

Get all bent out of shape when the heat is on just like a Shrinky Dink
Bet I can take a hint better than I can take a hit
Completely incompatible though I'm a pussy and you're a dick
How can you hold a grudge when you can't even hold a job?

Should have known butter but you're not corn on the cob
I choose to use a song for a weapon not a sword struck a chord
If I wanted to see stars I'll watch the, 'Academy Awards'
That's why I ran like a flock of seagulls why make-up like Mary Kay?
You must've given up on hair plugs 'cause now you're going toupee

All in all you're just another dick with no balls, balls, balls
All in all you're just another dick with no balls, balls, balls

Mama said talk this out and resolve
Don't wanna be involved so gimme a call when you evolve
Doggy paddle to the shallow end of the gene pool
Half with it half wit half finished high school

Give you a piece of my mind but I know you want it splattered
Heard you like your women like you
Like your shrimp you like' em battered
Wife beater perfectly fitting apparel, where's your brother Daryl?
Where's your other brother Daryl?

Givin' me that Macho Man Randy Savage stare
Wanna snap into a Slim Jim break my limbs but do I care?
No sorry I'm a lover not a fighter commit your crime
I'll be glad to do your girlfriend I'll be glad that you do time

Here's the deal I cop a feel you cop a plea but get the maximum
Now we both got records but the difference is mine's platinum
Definitely showed this yellow bellied wimp limp
In your cell now though alone
When you're choking your chicken
Your chick will be choking on this chicken's bone

All in all you're just another dick with no balls, balls, balls
All in all you're just another dick with no balls, balls, balls

Right turn Clyde
Right turn Clyde
Right turn Clyde
...

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